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Wednesday, February 24, 2010

A week down. Weak.

This was the evening I had planned to down a beer and two Simply Sleep at 8:30pm. My Lenten promise is keeping me up late every night. It's a good thing I didn't also make an "early to bed" committment.

->Grocery shopping for a lactose-intolerant, vegetarian 10 year-old is bullshit.Join me for a dance. Then, please save me from the repetitive dance music on my itunes and make some recs. After 8 days, I need new material.

I never said I'd be funny or insightful, I just said I'd show up. (I will add that I promise to neither talk about nor post photos of my cats, but that's all the quality control I'm willing to extend.)

7 comments:

Grocery shopping for a committed organic-eating 42 year old is also bullshit. How many grocery stores does it take to find organic mayonnaise...? Organic is the new Pollock. Sure, it's inconvenient, but it's also a complete pain in the ass.

Load Incubus, Battlestar Scralatchtica into your iPod and boogie on, Not Stacy. (cats hate it) Of course, there's always Blame it on the Boogie! Try to listen to that without dancing, I dare you.

Hey, I figured out how to follow you! Yay for me! Don't worry -- the bar for my friends' blogs is set very low. Just show up, and I will, too. This is fun!

PS, once you've read Michael Pollan, shopping in general feels like running the gantlet of chemicals, hazards and personal peril. And I wasn't so fond of it BEFORE I started trying to avoid high fructose corn syrup and xantham gum! Now it REALLY sucks. And it's expensive.

About Me

I started this blog in February 2010 as a Lenten exercise in discipline. I posted something daily during Lent, whether I had anything interesting to say or not.
I also pledged to myself that I would dance each day during Lent. I walked away from the blog for much of the five years since. I'm inching back.
I am mistakenly called Stacy on a frequent basis by people I've just met, and sometimes by people I've known for awhile. I am Not Stacy.